Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1887-04-10

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favor and tomorrow in the trough of the
sea, drew him strongly. 1t gave him in
tense and constant mental occupation. He
welcomed it as one in fever welcomes the
cool, salt breeze from the sea.
He could dispose of his life as he pleased.
He had only himself to think of. As be-
tween his fate and Shirley's he had far the
best Of it.
Philip Dumoray was the champion If a
new movement in American polite, a
movement which has for it's aim the rights
of man az the fathers meant when they
founded this government. The simple an
nouncement that he was to speak drew q
great thrOng TO the house.
The galleries were crowded with ladies,
many of shem in bright dresses and hats,
contrasting finely with the dark habit of
their escorts. DumOray vas to present a
great memorial from the people to their
representatives in congress. There was a
buzz Of expectation as the hand of the hall
clock pointed to the hour.
Shirley sat in her place, the faithful
English brother by her side. A man en-
tered quietly, tall and commanding, of
superb physical presence and perfect grace
of manner.
The buzz broke into a volume of sound.
Shirley's eyes swan in q mist. Her
heart throbs came thick and fast. She
clutched the wood of the seat till it made
her hand ache, afterwards. Shes SAT as mo-
t~ionless aud silent as if she hand been
marble.
Ah!--
He fascinated her still, and so many
years had passed that at last this weak
minded woman had quite forgiven him.
He smiled and Bowed to those about him,
and then sat down grave and a little pale,
perhaps, but quiet and at ease. Shirley
saw him plainly. His hair was white now,
thick and clustering still, yet snow white.
But the strangely brilliant dark ray eyes
were the same, the lofty, ideal face turned
toward the throng was the same. High,
generous thought and deed keep the human
face forever beautiful.
He sat and looked straight before him.
A hand touched his arm. Some notes and
dispatches were given him. One of the
notes read:
Permit an old friend TO congratulate
you very sincerely, and to wish You sue
cess. SHIRLEY C~ARsToNE."
Then it was the turn of somebody else
TO start, with a great heart beat, and as
suddenly fall back into stiffness.
He folded the little white paper smoothly
and put it into his breast pocket. If his
hand tire nbled slightly, nobody knew it.
The shining, eagle-like glance roamed over
the galleries aimlessly, it seemed. but in
reality looking for her who was still the
one woman of all the world to Philip Dunn
oray.
He found her. 1t may be that some sub
tie soul Telegraph sent messages from her
to him. 1t may be that the invisible silver
line between them had never been broken
in spite of all and of all these years.
A silent, thrilling look of recognition
passed between the two. 1t was only for
an instant, and none saw it but themselves.
Yet in that lightning flash there was in
SEPARATION for him, there was-GOd knows
what for her. She could not have told her
self, only that she saw him once more.
DumOray had never spoken before as he
did that day.
They said his speech was such that it
carried even those who were opposed to
him off their feet.
He was 4 master in the use of simple,
direct AnglO-SaXon, and at the same time
his language was perfect in its grace and
polish. His voice was a ringing music;
every sentence told like a hammer stroke.
His speech stirred the blood and thrilled
the heart. 1t was one of those marvellous
~orations TO which the scholar and the un-
lettered man listened with like enthusi-
asm.
He grew more and more imprisoned as
he went on, till the vast audience were
fascinated aud melted as one man. Sounds
Of applause, which could not be quite
checked even there, interrupted him at
short intervals, so that he waited q little
for il to Subside. EvcrmOrG in these pauses
the Starlikt eye sought Shirley's, the grand
head turned uncOnsciously toward where
she sat. And none knew it but Shirley.
As for her she listened with beating heart
and shining ewes, her thought repeating
constantly: Its just what | would have
said myself, the very words"